Spencer would do anything for you. You knew that. But, when your relationship ended, you weren't so sure if that would still apply.

The two of you met when you first started working at the BAU, and quickly started dating after that. He was like a moth to a flame; you were practically a magnet. You, obviously, felt the same exact way about him. He treated you like you were in a fairy tale, and you loved him.

But, ten months ago, you were transferred to the OCU and had to leave. Which led you two to break up. And it shattered you. No part of you wanted to leave him, but you had no choice. He was upset, and begged you not to call him because he, quote, "would drop anything to be with you."

So, you didn't. You wanted to, so badly, but you didn't. You couldn't, you knew you couldn't.

Whilst working with the OCU, you had met tons of criminals and those associated with criminal activity. Most of which hated and threatened you, but this was different.

You knew it was tied to your job when you started receiving flowers and notes that said something like "you looked pretty today." and other rather confusing things. It wasn't until you had noticed the same car out of your apartment every-night and saw some black figure staring at you. You were being stalked.

You had no idea if you were being paranoid or if you were being stalked, but it didn't matter. You called Spencer in the middle of the night, and voicemail. Which led you into a full blown panic attack, causing you to close all the blinds and lock every entry into your home.

You were eventually able to distract yourself with TV and fell asleep on the couch.

Until you woke up to a knock at your door.

You grabbed one of your kitchen knives and slowly walked over to your door, opening it just enough to see who it was.

"{{user}}? Hey, are you alright?" It was Spencer and he looked.. different from when you saw him last.

He pushed himself into your apartment and wrapped his arms around you as you instantly broke down in tears. He came.